Nothing, apparently. I seem to have got into this lifestyle of watching DVDs and saving up for more advanced and collectible toys and being too lazy to take my girlfriend anywhere interesting. And daydreaming about projects I could be working on but never actually starting because the world seems to be too crowded with people doing things anyway. Every tenth person seems to have a webcomic or is writing a novel or working on some other creative thing.

I could try making a drop in the ocean but it would be like going to the Sevens wearing a silly costume and expecting to stand out.

Is it the Sevens where people wear silly costumes? I don’t know… something like that.

The only thing that stops me from giving up is that when I try finding a new author to read or a new webcomic to bookmark, I realise that 999 out of 1,000 people have no real talent. Do you know how many webcomics start with a strip where the characters are the cartoonist and his friend and they’re talking about how this is the first strip of their new webcomic? And usually one of them will say ‘we should say something interesting’ and the panel after that is an awkward silence. If you filter out drivel like that there’s not really as much competition as there seems.

I think my problem is that I’m always thinking of ways to shrink my comfort zone. I’m almost entirely unprepared to do anything that could in any way discomfort me. I could try working on a webcomic… but if it’s not absolutely perfect I’ll feel like I’ve wasted my time.